What We Do

       Bullets filled the air around a squad of U.S. Marines sent to capture a lead on the whereabouts of a terrorist camp. “Get down Jonson,” yelled the captain. “They have us pinned down,” yelled pvt. Jonson. “We fight until we can’t fight any more,” yelled Sgt. Smith. “These Taliban won’t take us today!”  The Squad pressed forward as a bullet hit pvt. McGregor in the upper arm.  “Are you ok!” “Ya, keep going, I’m not dead yet!” The squad pressed on, without fear, without worry.  They fought their way up the hill in a patriotic state of mind, not thinking of anything else but the mission ahead of them. “Keep fighting,” yelled the captain, but his voice was drowned out by the rain of bullets, like a nest of bees flying around the squad.
        The soldiers fought up the hill for what seemed like years. After the marines got to the top of the hill they regrouped and assessed the situation. “Man, I thought we would never get up that hill,” grunted the private. “Well we did,” said another. “Do you want a cookie?” asked the captain, “We aint done yet!” Sweep the area, make sure there are none left!. The team split up to search for more when out of nowhere a bloodcurdling yell split the night. “Sergeant,” yelled the captain. He rushed over to see a Taliban holding the seargent hostage. Private quickly freed Sgt Smith. “Thanks!” said the sergeant. “Don’t thank me, it’s what we do!”    By Ross